Letter

 1 Introd|        it seemed to Charles that infinite masses, an enormous load,
 2 XXVII |         in you the protection of infinite goodness, and one evening
 3 XXXV  |         is great, verging on the infinite, and their work eager, verging
 4 XXXVII| hundredth part of my ideas after infinite gropings. Not one who seizes
 5 XLVII |         the highest point of the infinite. That is not noble, but
 6 LV    |       man is made to swallow the infinite. One would have to know
 7 LVI   |      destiny of man to DRINK THE INFINITE; my heavens, yes, don’t
 8 LXXIII|          applaud him again! What infinite madness! That proves that
 9 XCVII |       belittle him too much?~The infinite stupidity of the masses
10 CVII  |      then something terrible, an infinite disenchantment is bound
11 CLXII |      down, the first volume with infinite pleasure. In fifty years